Post by Jack Manson on Nov 28, 2010 8:08:16 GMT -6
::The sound of flesh hitting leather can be heard in the distance. The camera pans round and see’s Manson on his own, working the heavy bag in Tony’s gym::
[red]”Why do I fight?”[/red]
::Beads of sweat are flung into the air as he throws out some hard punches against the bag. His hand wraps are loose, hanging from both wrists, and his knuckles bruised and stained with blood. How long he’s been here is anybodies guess::
[red]”What do I really want from all of this? Fame? Money? Glory? A legacy?”[/red]
::He starts jumping slightly, bobbing and weaving as he continues to throw out combo’s. He shows no sign of fatigue.::
[red]”Why do I need to get my revenge on Knite? Is it truly because he jumped me? Or is there a deeper meaning behind it all?[/red]
::He grunts as his fists pound the leather bag, the force echoing throughout the gym hall. They get louder as he pushes himself further::
[red]”Was it such a problem for you Adam? That I’m loved? Did it anger you that my return was taking heat from you and others backstage? And does it anger you that even with all your achievements against mine, I’m still favoured more than you?
I didn’t ask for this. But I accept it. Even with my flaws, I’ll grab the spotlight from you, and probably many others here. Do I deserve it? Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care to be honest. All I do, and ever did, is go out there and perform. But don’t get all butt hurt because nobody cares for the “king” of NCW. You may have bled for this company, more than I have, but you’ve done wrong by it and the fans. It’s no wonder you’re hated here.
And I know you don’t show it, but deep down you’re jealous. Even with my two “small insignificant National title reigns”, people still love Jack Manson more than Adam Knite. And that’s what really made you attack me when I came back isn’t it? You couldn’t handle the fact that someone else was coming to take the spot light from you, and worst of all, it was someone who hasn’t achieved half of the things the great Adam Knite has.”[/red]
::The punches stop, his arms hang loose beside his body and is head drops. He stares at the floor, and smiles before he starts up on his feet again and starts throwing hard kicks at the middle of the bag::
[red]”But boo hoo Adam. I’m fully aware my achievements here have been nothing but ordinary. I asked you to tell people something they didn’t already know about me. And you tell them pretty much what they already knew. I am ordinary, well, to an extent.
Did you honestly believe I came back to be thrust into the spotlight? To be handed a shot at any title I wanted?
If there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s charity. I’m not a charity case. I would have happily worked my way to the top. This was my plan from the start. I’m not like Velez, who bitched and cried until he was given a shot just to shut him up. I’ll work for my chance at the title. And when that time comes I’ll be proud of the fact that I earned it.
If you want to pick a fight about someone snatching glory, then go fight Velez and the Young Guns like half of the roster are already doing.
I admit, during my time here, I rode on the success of my accomplishments and expected more than what I deserved. I’m not gonna go into detail yet again over why I left this company. I know I was a coward, I couldn’t live up to the hype and choked. I bottled it and ran when things got too tough.
But you know what Knite, that’s all part of being human. We all have our flaws and problems. I’m past all that now. I made mistakes, but I’ve grown and moved on. I’ve learnt from past mistakes.
My return was nothing short of what others have done before, and what thousands of others will do time and time again. It’s entertainment. I did it for my fans, and fans of NCW. Is it so wrong to give these fans something to look forward to? After watching mundane promo’s of you and Will Washington playing detective they were screaming for something to come along and liven things up again.
That something is me. Do you think I would have made as much of an impact if I had just turned up out of the blue and said “I’m back”? No, it’s not what people these days want. I didn’t intentionally drag my return out as long as it did. Blame Fox for that. He knew it would draw the crowds in, and it would bring more revenue in. That’s what it was all about for Fox, money.
Me, I would’ve come back a little earlier than when I did, but hey, contracts and small print sometimes get in the way. So sue me, I’ll not be punished for doing what I did, and if you wanna take it out on me, then go ahead and try. I’ll be the one standing tall at the end of it all.”[/red]
::He jumps up and lands are hard spinning roundhouse kick on the top of the bag, causing it to buckle and sway wildly. He lands and crouches down, his clenched fist smacking onto the hard floor under him. He lifts it up and see’s his blood staining the wood. He stands back up and get’s back to throwing hard left and rights to the body::
[red]”Why do I fight, and more importantly, do I need to get revenge on Adam Knite?
I fight, because it’s who I am. I was brought up a fighter. The brutality of it all drives me. I get a sense of enjoyment from it you can’t get anywhere else. I treat every match as a fight. A battle to end.
Growing up in the North East of England, gave me my first taste of violence. I remember it like it was yesterday. An unusually warm spring Saturday afternoon for the North. I was going to attend the derby match between Sunderland AFC, and Newcastle United. Two cities, ten miles apart, that hate each other, even outside of football. These derby games are not for the feint of heart. Violence and hatred between the two sets of fans can be felt everywhere. Leading up the game, Sunderland was bustling and alive. Fans were excited, and despite whatever happened in the season, as long as we won against our bitter rivals it didn’t matter. Police were patrolling the whole city centre and surrounding area’s. Newcastle fans arrived on the buses, police getting them into the stadium as quickly as possible. But some of the away fans do their own thing, they make their own way to the stadium. These fans aren’t escorted by police, they came in under the radar.
During the match news started flooding about a young Sunderland fan who’d been assaulted by some Newcastle fans. All because of the badge he wore on his shirt.
Now sitting in the terraces and playing your local rivals can cause a lot of emotion in fans. And when news got out of what happened, whether it was true or an excuse, our fans weren’t happy. A number of people sat near me in the stadium were well known amongst the locals for being a football firm. A “club” of fans who were basically hooligans. Firms were formed by all fans of different clubs. I heard they were meeting Newcastle’s firm after the game for a scrap, to decide who were the “top dogs” of the North East.
I’d always been told to avoid these, they were dangerous. It was stupid and people got hurt. But I was angry, the emotions that day were through the roof and after the game I followed these people to the meeting place.
And there they were.
Hundreds of Newcastle fans stood waiting, with bats, traffic cones, stones, coins. Anything they could use as weapons they had hold of them. The Sunderland firm also had weapons. I stood there looking around, I was a little boy lost in a man’s world.
The roar of the two firms was becoming unbearable. Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain above my left eye, I winced in pain and quickly felt my eyebrow. It was wet, and throbbing. I looked at my hand and saw it bleeding. I’d been hit by a glass bottle. Some of the lads next to me saw what happened and the charge was on.
Both groups charged. Suddenly I was amongst the battle. Fists and feet were being flung, bats were being swung and the sickening sound of impact has never been forgotten.
Through the chaos I saw some lad, about my age at the time. He was full of rage and his face all red. He was pointing at me and I knew it was him. He’d threw the bottle and caused me to bleed. And suddenly I lost control. I ran straight for him, jumping through the air and kicking him in his face, knocking him over. I jumped straight on to the little bastard and battered him.
Then everything after that is a blur. I remember police sirens. Men scattering and running from the dogs. Then, I was running. Running hard and fast.
I knew I’d done wrong. But I’m proud over getting my revenge. I wasn’t going to let someone get away with it. He made me bleed. I wasn’t gonna sit back and let that happen.
After I’d got my first taste of a fight, I got involved in underground fights. I fought all over the North East and became quite well known. I took some hell of a beatings though, don’t get me wrong.
But throughout it all I found out I didn’t feel alive unless I was in a fight. The adrenaline rush was something else. It’s going back to the days when battles were fought with your fists, not weapons. It’s animalistic , and brutal. And by God I love it.
I’ve done a lot in a short time on this world. I’ve trained under some of the best people in the world at their sport. I’ve been to hell and back again in my fights. In the ring and out of it.
So why am I here Adam? Why am I here yet again? For the fight. That adrenaline rush. I missed it, I felt incomplete when I left here.
I tried going back to underground fighting. Did a few things elsewhere but the competition was never any good.
When you attacked me, it reminded me of that day in Sunderland. I saw you as that vile little Newcastle fan who glassed me. He was nothing but a little coward, hiding in the crowd and resorting to throwing weapons. But I got him. I got my revenge.
I’ll not sit idly by and let someone like you walk all over me Knite. You started this fight with me, and I’m going to finish it. My reasons for this match are to hurt you. Nothing more and nothing less.
And is it so wrong?
Have you never wanted to just hurt someone for the thrill of it? I’m sure during your time in the ring you’ve felt exactly what I’m feeling now. But you talk like I’m the problem here. You got all pissed because nobody cares about Adam Knite. There’s a reason for that. You haven’t done anything worthwhile in a long time. Knightington? Give me a break.
To you, this wasn’t about teaching me or others a message about getting what they wanted. It was about you being a little baby and wanting to be noticed again. You couldn’t face that me, an ordinary fighter, was getting more attention than the “great” Adam Knite.
This little thing we have going on is nothing more than sweet revenge to me. You got me, I’ll get you back. Blood for blood, after all. But I know what you’ve achieved here, and beating down a hall of fame member isn’t gonna give me any problems in my career.
I want to hold the World title. It’s no secret. Most of the people here do. For some it’s the success it will bring. For me, it’s knowing I’m the best at that time. You claim you’re the best on your past success. You’ve done great things, I’m sure. But is that it? Are you simply here now to twist about younger, more able athletes coming in and taking your spot? You think by sitting back and not wanting to challenge for the biggest accolade here you’re better than me? Someone who wants what you have.
That’s right Adam, I want what you have. I want to be recognised for my achievements. I wanna hold the top titles, get myself in the Hall of Fame. Be somebody.
You’re trying to rid NCW of people like me so guys like you can sit back and take it easy. But I’m not going anywhere. Not until I’ve done what I came to do. You can try and stop me from reaching the top. It’s not about money, it’s not about success. It’s about bettering myself. You’ve done everything I want to do, and now when someone else is trying to follow your path, you try and stop them.
You want me to work for my success Adam? Fine, I’ll start by taking you out at Breaking Away. That will be Hall of Fame member number five I’ve taken out that can add to my list. If you want me to prove myself to you, then okay.
I’m not against your goals. In fact I agree with some of them. People should have to work for what they deserve. I worked hard to get where I am today. I’m unworthy in your eyes, I can accept that. Hell, I’m unworthy in mine too. I know I’m not a cornerstone here. Yet.
But if getting myself established here again means dethroning you, then that’s how it’s going to be. I’m not gonna sit back and let people like you tell others what they can and can’t do. You’re not the be all and end all of this company. There are people who’ve done more, and achieved more here than you. I’ll not lie down for you Knite. I’m gonna fight you tooth and nail until I’m the best.
And I will be. One day, you will know the name Jack Manson, and it will be for being the best there is. I’m gunning for you. You wanna act like the best? As they say, to be the best you’ve gotta beat the best.[/red]
::The gym door opens up behind him, but he pays no attention to it. He continues his workout as Tony walks over to him::
[blue]”You been here all night?”[/blue]
[red]”Pretty much. Lots to do, ya know?”[/red]
[blue]”Yeah, well you need to rest.”[/blue]
[red]”I’m fine. I’ve never felt better Tony. Adam Knite wants me to prove something to him. He wants to try and stop me achieving my goal.”[/red]
[blue]”And you will, but come on, time to take a break.”[/blue]
[red]”No, I’m not finished yet. I’ve still got more to do.”[/red]
::Tony sighs and walks off, shaking his head. Manson continues working the bag harder and faster::
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Later…
::The glow of the television fills the room. Manson is sat, engrossed in what he’s watching. The dvd playing is showing some of his past matches in NCW. Matches against some of the best, showing him when he was at his best.
He know’s that those days are long gone. But there’s nothing stopping him from getting those days back::
[black]”He has his motives for this match, as do I. See, back when he was hurt at that football game, I was the one who took over. If it wasn‘t for me, god knows what would‘ve happened to him. I‘m the adrenaline he feels when he‘s in a fight. I‘m the one that pushes him beyond his limits. I can make him hurt people more than he wants too. And for humiliating me, I‘m going to hurt you on Sunday. I couldn‘t have been any more gutted than when you backed out of our street fight. The chance to hurt you beyond the threshold was practically orgasmic for me. And now, I‘ve gotta abide by these stupid rules and regulations that he loves so much. He‘s a fighter, but he still stays within the lines.
Me, on the other hand. I have no boundaries, no limits. No conscience. I don’t feel mercy, I don’t show compassion. I exist for nothing but pain and suffering. To see my opponents faces in agony is all I want out of this. I don’t care for titles and accolades. I don’t want money or glory.
I just want the chance to hurt people. He’ll be there in the ring this Sunday. But I’ll be watching, and waiting. And when the time is right I’ll strike you. Again, and again, and again. There’s no getting away.
He’ll do the hard work for himself and get where he wants to be, no doubt about that. But I’ll be the there to dish out the end to our opponents.[/black]
::The scene fades to black::
[red]”Why do I fight?”[/red]
::Beads of sweat are flung into the air as he throws out some hard punches against the bag. His hand wraps are loose, hanging from both wrists, and his knuckles bruised and stained with blood. How long he’s been here is anybodies guess::
[red]”What do I really want from all of this? Fame? Money? Glory? A legacy?”[/red]
::He starts jumping slightly, bobbing and weaving as he continues to throw out combo’s. He shows no sign of fatigue.::
[red]”Why do I need to get my revenge on Knite? Is it truly because he jumped me? Or is there a deeper meaning behind it all?[/red]
::He grunts as his fists pound the leather bag, the force echoing throughout the gym hall. They get louder as he pushes himself further::
[red]”Was it such a problem for you Adam? That I’m loved? Did it anger you that my return was taking heat from you and others backstage? And does it anger you that even with all your achievements against mine, I’m still favoured more than you?
I didn’t ask for this. But I accept it. Even with my flaws, I’ll grab the spotlight from you, and probably many others here. Do I deserve it? Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care to be honest. All I do, and ever did, is go out there and perform. But don’t get all butt hurt because nobody cares for the “king” of NCW. You may have bled for this company, more than I have, but you’ve done wrong by it and the fans. It’s no wonder you’re hated here.
And I know you don’t show it, but deep down you’re jealous. Even with my two “small insignificant National title reigns”, people still love Jack Manson more than Adam Knite. And that’s what really made you attack me when I came back isn’t it? You couldn’t handle the fact that someone else was coming to take the spot light from you, and worst of all, it was someone who hasn’t achieved half of the things the great Adam Knite has.”[/red]
::The punches stop, his arms hang loose beside his body and is head drops. He stares at the floor, and smiles before he starts up on his feet again and starts throwing hard kicks at the middle of the bag::
[red]”But boo hoo Adam. I’m fully aware my achievements here have been nothing but ordinary. I asked you to tell people something they didn’t already know about me. And you tell them pretty much what they already knew. I am ordinary, well, to an extent.
Did you honestly believe I came back to be thrust into the spotlight? To be handed a shot at any title I wanted?
If there’s one thing I don’t do, it’s charity. I’m not a charity case. I would have happily worked my way to the top. This was my plan from the start. I’m not like Velez, who bitched and cried until he was given a shot just to shut him up. I’ll work for my chance at the title. And when that time comes I’ll be proud of the fact that I earned it.
If you want to pick a fight about someone snatching glory, then go fight Velez and the Young Guns like half of the roster are already doing.
I admit, during my time here, I rode on the success of my accomplishments and expected more than what I deserved. I’m not gonna go into detail yet again over why I left this company. I know I was a coward, I couldn’t live up to the hype and choked. I bottled it and ran when things got too tough.
But you know what Knite, that’s all part of being human. We all have our flaws and problems. I’m past all that now. I made mistakes, but I’ve grown and moved on. I’ve learnt from past mistakes.
My return was nothing short of what others have done before, and what thousands of others will do time and time again. It’s entertainment. I did it for my fans, and fans of NCW. Is it so wrong to give these fans something to look forward to? After watching mundane promo’s of you and Will Washington playing detective they were screaming for something to come along and liven things up again.
That something is me. Do you think I would have made as much of an impact if I had just turned up out of the blue and said “I’m back”? No, it’s not what people these days want. I didn’t intentionally drag my return out as long as it did. Blame Fox for that. He knew it would draw the crowds in, and it would bring more revenue in. That’s what it was all about for Fox, money.
Me, I would’ve come back a little earlier than when I did, but hey, contracts and small print sometimes get in the way. So sue me, I’ll not be punished for doing what I did, and if you wanna take it out on me, then go ahead and try. I’ll be the one standing tall at the end of it all.”[/red]
::He jumps up and lands are hard spinning roundhouse kick on the top of the bag, causing it to buckle and sway wildly. He lands and crouches down, his clenched fist smacking onto the hard floor under him. He lifts it up and see’s his blood staining the wood. He stands back up and get’s back to throwing hard left and rights to the body::
[red]”Why do I fight, and more importantly, do I need to get revenge on Adam Knite?
I fight, because it’s who I am. I was brought up a fighter. The brutality of it all drives me. I get a sense of enjoyment from it you can’t get anywhere else. I treat every match as a fight. A battle to end.
Growing up in the North East of England, gave me my first taste of violence. I remember it like it was yesterday. An unusually warm spring Saturday afternoon for the North. I was going to attend the derby match between Sunderland AFC, and Newcastle United. Two cities, ten miles apart, that hate each other, even outside of football. These derby games are not for the feint of heart. Violence and hatred between the two sets of fans can be felt everywhere. Leading up the game, Sunderland was bustling and alive. Fans were excited, and despite whatever happened in the season, as long as we won against our bitter rivals it didn’t matter. Police were patrolling the whole city centre and surrounding area’s. Newcastle fans arrived on the buses, police getting them into the stadium as quickly as possible. But some of the away fans do their own thing, they make their own way to the stadium. These fans aren’t escorted by police, they came in under the radar.
During the match news started flooding about a young Sunderland fan who’d been assaulted by some Newcastle fans. All because of the badge he wore on his shirt.
Now sitting in the terraces and playing your local rivals can cause a lot of emotion in fans. And when news got out of what happened, whether it was true or an excuse, our fans weren’t happy. A number of people sat near me in the stadium were well known amongst the locals for being a football firm. A “club” of fans who were basically hooligans. Firms were formed by all fans of different clubs. I heard they were meeting Newcastle’s firm after the game for a scrap, to decide who were the “top dogs” of the North East.
I’d always been told to avoid these, they were dangerous. It was stupid and people got hurt. But I was angry, the emotions that day were through the roof and after the game I followed these people to the meeting place.
And there they were.
Hundreds of Newcastle fans stood waiting, with bats, traffic cones, stones, coins. Anything they could use as weapons they had hold of them. The Sunderland firm also had weapons. I stood there looking around, I was a little boy lost in a man’s world.
The roar of the two firms was becoming unbearable. Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain above my left eye, I winced in pain and quickly felt my eyebrow. It was wet, and throbbing. I looked at my hand and saw it bleeding. I’d been hit by a glass bottle. Some of the lads next to me saw what happened and the charge was on.
Both groups charged. Suddenly I was amongst the battle. Fists and feet were being flung, bats were being swung and the sickening sound of impact has never been forgotten.
Through the chaos I saw some lad, about my age at the time. He was full of rage and his face all red. He was pointing at me and I knew it was him. He’d threw the bottle and caused me to bleed. And suddenly I lost control. I ran straight for him, jumping through the air and kicking him in his face, knocking him over. I jumped straight on to the little bastard and battered him.
Then everything after that is a blur. I remember police sirens. Men scattering and running from the dogs. Then, I was running. Running hard and fast.
I knew I’d done wrong. But I’m proud over getting my revenge. I wasn’t going to let someone get away with it. He made me bleed. I wasn’t gonna sit back and let that happen.
After I’d got my first taste of a fight, I got involved in underground fights. I fought all over the North East and became quite well known. I took some hell of a beatings though, don’t get me wrong.
But throughout it all I found out I didn’t feel alive unless I was in a fight. The adrenaline rush was something else. It’s going back to the days when battles were fought with your fists, not weapons. It’s animalistic , and brutal. And by God I love it.
I’ve done a lot in a short time on this world. I’ve trained under some of the best people in the world at their sport. I’ve been to hell and back again in my fights. In the ring and out of it.
So why am I here Adam? Why am I here yet again? For the fight. That adrenaline rush. I missed it, I felt incomplete when I left here.
I tried going back to underground fighting. Did a few things elsewhere but the competition was never any good.
When you attacked me, it reminded me of that day in Sunderland. I saw you as that vile little Newcastle fan who glassed me. He was nothing but a little coward, hiding in the crowd and resorting to throwing weapons. But I got him. I got my revenge.
I’ll not sit idly by and let someone like you walk all over me Knite. You started this fight with me, and I’m going to finish it. My reasons for this match are to hurt you. Nothing more and nothing less.
And is it so wrong?
Have you never wanted to just hurt someone for the thrill of it? I’m sure during your time in the ring you’ve felt exactly what I’m feeling now. But you talk like I’m the problem here. You got all pissed because nobody cares about Adam Knite. There’s a reason for that. You haven’t done anything worthwhile in a long time. Knightington? Give me a break.
To you, this wasn’t about teaching me or others a message about getting what they wanted. It was about you being a little baby and wanting to be noticed again. You couldn’t face that me, an ordinary fighter, was getting more attention than the “great” Adam Knite.
This little thing we have going on is nothing more than sweet revenge to me. You got me, I’ll get you back. Blood for blood, after all. But I know what you’ve achieved here, and beating down a hall of fame member isn’t gonna give me any problems in my career.
I want to hold the World title. It’s no secret. Most of the people here do. For some it’s the success it will bring. For me, it’s knowing I’m the best at that time. You claim you’re the best on your past success. You’ve done great things, I’m sure. But is that it? Are you simply here now to twist about younger, more able athletes coming in and taking your spot? You think by sitting back and not wanting to challenge for the biggest accolade here you’re better than me? Someone who wants what you have.
That’s right Adam, I want what you have. I want to be recognised for my achievements. I wanna hold the top titles, get myself in the Hall of Fame. Be somebody.
You’re trying to rid NCW of people like me so guys like you can sit back and take it easy. But I’m not going anywhere. Not until I’ve done what I came to do. You can try and stop me from reaching the top. It’s not about money, it’s not about success. It’s about bettering myself. You’ve done everything I want to do, and now when someone else is trying to follow your path, you try and stop them.
You want me to work for my success Adam? Fine, I’ll start by taking you out at Breaking Away. That will be Hall of Fame member number five I’ve taken out that can add to my list. If you want me to prove myself to you, then okay.
I’m not against your goals. In fact I agree with some of them. People should have to work for what they deserve. I worked hard to get where I am today. I’m unworthy in your eyes, I can accept that. Hell, I’m unworthy in mine too. I know I’m not a cornerstone here. Yet.
But if getting myself established here again means dethroning you, then that’s how it’s going to be. I’m not gonna sit back and let people like you tell others what they can and can’t do. You’re not the be all and end all of this company. There are people who’ve done more, and achieved more here than you. I’ll not lie down for you Knite. I’m gonna fight you tooth and nail until I’m the best.
And I will be. One day, you will know the name Jack Manson, and it will be for being the best there is. I’m gunning for you. You wanna act like the best? As they say, to be the best you’ve gotta beat the best.[/red]
::The gym door opens up behind him, but he pays no attention to it. He continues his workout as Tony walks over to him::
[blue]”You been here all night?”[/blue]
[red]”Pretty much. Lots to do, ya know?”[/red]
[blue]”Yeah, well you need to rest.”[/blue]
[red]”I’m fine. I’ve never felt better Tony. Adam Knite wants me to prove something to him. He wants to try and stop me achieving my goal.”[/red]
[blue]”And you will, but come on, time to take a break.”[/blue]
[red]”No, I’m not finished yet. I’ve still got more to do.”[/red]
::Tony sighs and walks off, shaking his head. Manson continues working the bag harder and faster::
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Later…
::The glow of the television fills the room. Manson is sat, engrossed in what he’s watching. The dvd playing is showing some of his past matches in NCW. Matches against some of the best, showing him when he was at his best.
He know’s that those days are long gone. But there’s nothing stopping him from getting those days back::
[black]”He has his motives for this match, as do I. See, back when he was hurt at that football game, I was the one who took over. If it wasn‘t for me, god knows what would‘ve happened to him. I‘m the adrenaline he feels when he‘s in a fight. I‘m the one that pushes him beyond his limits. I can make him hurt people more than he wants too. And for humiliating me, I‘m going to hurt you on Sunday. I couldn‘t have been any more gutted than when you backed out of our street fight. The chance to hurt you beyond the threshold was practically orgasmic for me. And now, I‘ve gotta abide by these stupid rules and regulations that he loves so much. He‘s a fighter, but he still stays within the lines.
Me, on the other hand. I have no boundaries, no limits. No conscience. I don’t feel mercy, I don’t show compassion. I exist for nothing but pain and suffering. To see my opponents faces in agony is all I want out of this. I don’t care for titles and accolades. I don’t want money or glory.
I just want the chance to hurt people. He’ll be there in the ring this Sunday. But I’ll be watching, and waiting. And when the time is right I’ll strike you. Again, and again, and again. There’s no getting away.
He’ll do the hard work for himself and get where he wants to be, no doubt about that. But I’ll be the there to dish out the end to our opponents.[/black]
::The scene fades to black::